I felt free and therefore I was free.

I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness.

Somewhere along the line I knew there'd be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me.

We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell

It's only through form that we can realize emptiness

If you dont [sic] say what you want, what's the sense of writing?

I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother.